Picture Play Magazine (1938)

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Otf rH£ ftt/tf BY DICK PINE or after a premiere. After — after practically anything, they thought — is the time to do things in such a kitchen. The Hornblows' "after parties" have become something of a Hollywood institution. There are scrambled eggs, oldfashioned pancakes with maple sirup ; there are whole baked apples, crisp bacon, and creamed smoked beef. Carole Lombard's parties are robust, informal, and a trifle strenuous. They are usually, at this time of year, buffet suppers in the large patiogarden. But Carole can't bear to have just a patio-garden. She must disguise it as something else — a carnival tent, or a stable, or a chicken house. It's really quite startling when one hears the strains of a Russian orchestra emanating from what looks like a hen coop. Carole is an excellent cook, and takes pride in her dinners; especially her favorite roast beef and Yorkshire pudding dinners. Days before one of these occasions, Carole and her faithful "Fieldsie" visit a certain market and select the monumental roast which is to be "hung" at just the right temperature, until it is delivered some twenty-four hours before it is to be cooked. Upon which, Carole's 250-pound colored cook, "Mammy," takes tender charge of the beef, massaging it with dry English mustard and lemon juice, coaxing it gently to room temperature, bathing it, basting it, soaking it with sherry. When it is finally bedecked with its titbits of suet, and is ready to pop into the just-so-hot oven for its twelve minutes per pound roasting, "Mammy" calls Carole to inspect it. Carole supervises the Yorkshire pudding. After her guests have been fed — and I mean fed — Carole resorts to no sedentary table games or guessing games or restful relaxation. You find yourself playing leap frog or mounting a tricycle or trying, feebly, to avoid strapping roller skates to your unaccustomed feet. But you do something, doggone it, and you find, while rubbing tired muscles the next day, that you've had a whale of a lot of fun. Claudette Colbert's parties in the winter are pretty formal affairs. Small, and with white ties. But in the warm weather — which lasts until Christ (Continued on page ?$) It's fashionable for the star-hostess to cook a very special dish.